I Think You Were in My Profile Picture Once

I saw you from the bottom of the stairs Before you knew I was coming And though nervous and scared I lingered on I heard most things break By the ends of these types of nights So I'll force upon Every word I brushed up on Since knowing we won't speak like this again [Duet] You've got a certain who-knows-what about you And I've got a small amount of time To figure out what it is exactly and to whom does it apply But I know for a fact that these are broken nights Covered in bottles with the stench of loss of life And I know that it's quite Heartbreaking we won't speak like this again